Serial Killer/Heart Breaker

I wonder if it was wrong.

It was always my fault

Anyway

I reached in and clutched

Your heart

With my grubby fingers

I must ave torn

It out

Rougher than I'd meant to

Because it's clear you died.

I suppose I'm far more savage than I'd imagined.

Is still your grave too shallow?

You continue to dig your way out.

Maybe that's why I know

In my hole ridden heart

That perhaps it's been wrong

Since it stopped.